Today (11/24) was my 28th birthday. My mother threatened to come in my room at 2:35 a.m. (the time I was born) and recreate the phone conversation from City Slickers. If you’ve never seen the film (and you really should), here’s the conversation I’m referring to:
Anyway, thankfully she waited until 8 a.m. to deliver the “angel birthday girl” speech. (My mom is fantastic, ya’ll wish you had a mama as awesome!) Overall I had a wonderful day. I did some epic yarn shopping (and I do mean epic), and am ready to make a pile of hats. My parents and I went to see Wreck-It Ralph. It was cute, but definitely not the best animated film I’ve ever seen. It felt a bit slow, but I did enjoy all the nostalgic parts of it. I got to have lunch at Red Lobster, a big treat in my family, and the shrimp & scallop alfredo was amazing as always. My birthday cake was cheesecake (yes, it was a really naughty day for a diabetic, but hey you’re only 28 once), and I the piece I had was pumpkin and soooooo delicious!
Tonight I saw two films I’ve never seen before, but did own (I’m kind of bad about buying movies I want to see when I find them for cheap at Walmart or Half Price Books). First, we watched Gremlins, which is a wonderful Christmas movie. Then, I watched Poltergeist. Yeah, definitely a film I don’t want to watch all the time, but it was a pretty great film. Gets in your head, though.
Wow, 28. It seems like such a big number. I still feel like a teenager, and have no intention of trying to feel old. I learned last week that my future plans are being thrown out the window. I’m okay with this, though. I need to get better at adjustment, and this is just another way to learn that. Sure, it terrifies me, but at least I don’t have to face it alone.
I announced on Facebook tonight the fact that my birthday wish this year is that God would bring someone into my life. I know I don’t need a man in my life, but I’ve spent 28 years as a single woman, and I’m perfectly fine if I reach 29 and still have no boyfriend experience. I just don’t want to be alone anymore. There are so many different kinds of being alone, and I’m certainly surrounded by family and friends and I appreciate it; but I don’t have anyone that (for back of a better descriptor) is my “special someone.” I’m sure it sounds silly and selfish. I should probably be wishing for world peace or something epic like that. Anyway, this isn’t me demanding God give me a boyfriend, I’m just wishing and hoping that there’d be some indication that I’m not going to be single forever (how’s that for being a dram queen?).
I’m headed back to school tomorrow, and right now I’m trying to figure out where my iPod might be. I had it with me when I came home, so I know it’s here somewhere I’m just not sure where. Then I have 19 days until I’m home for good.